But what I should be doing is a whole other story. There was a time before I became a Salaryman, I was a vagabon painting and writing my way into happiness. The road forked and I have lost my way. Anybody have any ideas on the way back?
I like kissing.
Have you ever witness some pre (or) teen look at one of their parents and rip a strip off them most foul? Yeah same here. I blame television. Have no use for it really. You wanna start war in a house, attack the TV.
As for movies, I really enjoy the cinematic stylings of Takashi Miike and Shinya Tuskamoto, Brazilian movies are fun, the odd bit of strangeness out of Hollywood. Guy Richie, Quinton, Jim Jarmuschs, Spike lee, that freakazoid David Cronenberg.
I hate to admit but Harry potter (the books) was my pimp for six months and I am always open to suggestions. Do you have any?
Music is the way I pray.
I see food and music as religion. Nourishment for mind, body and the soul, sometimes abusing both simultaneously. For every human emotion there is the perfect theme song playing in the back ground.
When ever I run eagerly into an 80's night I am always sorely disappointed. The beat isn't hypnotic enough. Hip hop was vibrating, beginning to disseminate truth till Sony got a hold of it and turn it all Orwell animal farm on the radio. After the second wave of break dancing I strapped on a pair of doc's and slammed into punk rock but afro anything always tickled my endorphins. Viva son clave.
Do I really need a Fender Telecastor and does it matter if she's Mexican?